Thursday, March 22, 2007
Alisdair Macdonald 1940-2007
My dad died the day before yesterday. Just like that. And as he would have wanted: out taking photographs in Chelsea. The finest, most noble and wonderful dad in the world is no more. We are all walking around like ghosts, eyes chapped and burning. Love you, dad, so, so very much. There is an obituary here. It is a lovely one.
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Please accept my deepest condolences - I just heard the news from your brother. From reading the brief snippets already coming through, he sounded like a true legend. And a fine tribute on Downing Street from his peers.
Please pass on my best wishes to your family.
truly sorry to hear this
take care
Helen, you must be devastated. We are so sorry. Will write you personally at more length, but no need to respond right now.
My friends and I used to debate whether it was better to have a short intense life or a long calm one. I always voted for the former. (I'm a few months older than your father.) My brother (5 years younger than me) died a few weeks ago. He spent the last two decades sitting quietly and smoking in his mother's house. I stand by my first vote.
The great thing about your father is that he continues through you.
Prairie Mary
Helen, my deepest sympathies to you and to your family. There are no words.
You are a wonderful tribute to your father, Helen. He must have been very proud.
Helen
We are all so sorry. You, your father and your family are in our thoughts and prayers
Reid Farmer
the chip of gold we can see
makes me marvel at the block
that only can be imagined
Dear Ms Macdonald thank for the deep resonant and remarkable book H is for Hawk If you think it is right i wonder if you direct us to the photos by your father that you found were the most significant
Best Peter Toronto
Helen, cigarettes killed your father, and they will kill you. Please quit. We want you around for a long time, writing about, and caring for birds of all types.
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